Time goes by but i'm holding on..

Yes, you did in fact see correctly, i am using a title taken from an Atomic Kitten song.

It sums up how lapse i have been with this blog to a T, baby.

So the new job and the vodka continues, the vodka has upgraded itself to cocktails and Sailor Jerry's (not together, i'm not that much of an alcoholic) and mostly takes hold of my throat on a Friday or a Saturday night. Belle decided to be cheeky today, indulging in a small drink a day before work ends as she spent half of her afternoon emailing the Wall Street Journal and the New York Times.

Today's tipple comes in the form of Savanna Dry Cider (still classy), fresh from the tretcherous shelves of the Sainsburys down the road. Today the normal Sainsburys experience ensued: upon entering through the automatic doors and heading to the magazine and newspaper wall (as one does everytime one enters Sainsburys Superstore), I was halted by what appeared to be a Wizard, fully attired in a velour, purple smock and a black velvet cloak walking just infront of me. His mate, whom i can only class as a witch, indeed also had a cloak but was more witchly dressed in a purple dress and leather boots.

I must admit i was slightly shocked upon seeing this. The sweet country girl that I am is used to the sight of tweed, MUSTO and Hunters (which also make me want to break out in hives) and so i could actually feel my face contorting into confusion. I half expected them to pull out a staff and re-enact the Gandalf scene in Lord of Rings: 'You Shall not Pass to buy Grazia!'

In panic mode i aimed for the root vegetable aisle, clearly normal thinking as my friend S always remarks on how root vegetables are the root of all evil. (I think my brain was aiming for the correlation between their evilness helping me to fight back. Either that or i have subconciously notice that hoards of students congregating near the potatoes and i could hurl one (a student, not a potato) at the magical couple (with my super strength) and run away to hide).

Sufficed to say, after five incredibly tense moments of me eyeing this week's Grazia, the Wizard and his partner moved along to the spice section and I continued on my quest to find toothpaste, magazine in hand.

Getting distracted in the spirits aisle i wandered over to the boldly displayed variations of tasty cider and upon craning my head to get a better look at the price of Kopperburg compared to Savanna, I noticed a glistening off to my left. Turning I bore witness to a 60 year old woman dressed in a full on fur coat, pearls, diamond earrings and high heels, complete with a full face of make-up that any member of a Benefit concession would be proud of.

Sometimes i wonder why i moved to the city.